Harper could not take it anymore.

With pressed lips she turned around and stared straight over her shoulder.

“That’s quite enough of that”.

She refrained from using harsh words, but oh how she would’ve loved to.

A burst of laughter quickly followed.

“Oh, don’t be so uptight, Harper. We’re just having some fun”.

This came from the puny, red-haired boy that sat right behind her.

Harper could not remember his name, but she could tell that he was trouble. It was only the first week of eighth grade, and she was already missing her old teachers and classmates.

She squinted her eyes at him for a second, then turned her attention back to the front of the class. Ms. Braxton was writing quickly on the board, oblivious to the snickers and scuffle coming from behind her.